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One of the very best things about where we live in Atwater Village is our proximity to The Village Bakery.
This past weekend, I emceed the cooking tent at the L.A. Times Festival of Books. It was a pretty exhilarating experience: after the jump you’ll see pictures of me and Jackie Collins, Hugh Acheson and Carla Hall.
Unpacking my first CSA box felt a bit like opening presents on Christmas morning. (Note: I’m Jewish but I date a non-Jew, so I know what I’m talking about.) There was the going to bed the night before, knowing the box would arrive the next day; the anticipation, getting out of bed that next morning, going to the front door; and the actual physical pleasure of tearing open the box to finally see what was inside it.
So I have a friend named Rachel Sheridan who also happens to be a neighbor here, in Atwater Village, and recently she did an Instagram of a CSA box that had arrived at her doorstep.
Hey gang, if you’re in L.A. this weekend, come on down to the L.A. Times Festival of Books where I’ll be emceeing the cooking tent and interacting with the likes of Hugh Acheson, Suzanne Goin, Carla Hall, Scott Conant, and–believe it or not–Jackie Collins.
I’m not normally the kind of blogger who links to lots of little articles throughout the day, but this piece by Amanda Cohen of Dirt Candy is too good not to share.
Really sad, this morning, to read about the passing of Steven Shaw. In many ways, I owe my whole blogging career to him: his site, eGullet, is where I first cut my teeth as a food writer.
You and me, we have a lot of history together, a history that covers a lot of cheese and a lot of chocolate.
As you probably know, by now, I’m a pasta-loving fool. My blog has 78 recipes for pasta and risotto in its archives, so you know I take my pasta-eating seriously.
The issue was this: Craig bought the bread. Can you imagine the gaul? When he’s in a relationship with one of the most important food writers of his generation, buying the bread?
For years, I’ve been wanting to try the delicacy known as Kopi Luwak–or Civet Coffee–which comes from the islands of Sumatra, Java, and Bali.
A strange thing has happened to me recently. I’ve been working on a play (don’t ask any questions! it’s too soon) and also going to the gym five days a week so that, at the end of the day, I wander into Trader Joe’s (underneath my gym) in a sort of daze, eager to just grab some things to throw a tasty dinner together.
Picasso had his blue period; I’m having my “smoked trout, pickled onion and kale” period right now. You may recognize these ingredients from some earlier posts this week–Fun Times with Farro, the very popular Chicken Sausage with White Beans and Kale–and now they’re all reuniting, once again, for a breakfast that had Craig and I leaping from our chairs, we enjoyed it so much.
Last week I was going to share with you a great weeknight recipe I came up with involving chicken sausage from Trader Joe’s (the garlic and herb flavor), mirepoix–that’s carrots, onions and celery for you amateurs–and white beans.
They say you’ve gotta know the rules before you break the rules and I think that’s true of cooking as much as it’s true of art or writing or any other discipline.
Adam in the Bible was good at naming things, Adam the food blogger, not so much. I first called this “Caramelized Cauliflower Frittata with Onions, Cheddar and Nutmeg” then thought it was weird to emphasize the nutmeg, even though that gives you a clue as to the flavor profile.
Every so often, a new friend will confess that they’ve been reading my blog and when I ask, “Did you make anything?
You all know Rob Meyer as my friend who helped paint my kitchen orange in New York, but did you know that he’s also a movie director?
Imagine this. You get a terrible cold, you’re sick as a dog, your boyfriend gets you juice, soup (Pho from down the street), the works.